I'm not sure about the rest of you guys, but in Virginia we have the annual "bend over and call me Daddy" event, otherwise known as the State Safety Inspection. I just dropped the car off this morning and now I sit and wait for "the call". I hate this feeling. I have yet to come out of one of these without at least a couple hundred bucks flying out of my pocket. In all fairness a couple of times they were right and resolved potential safety issues. Still, I feel like the Wile. E. Coyote waiting for the anvil to drop on my head. Just had to vent.

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Rich B

1983 300D Turbo
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